Madison Bixby Whore ❤️❤️

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Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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Back on the ground, downtown's got a few gems; like the local diner on Main St. where everyone's a regular. I slip in there occasionally – not just to recharge my mind but to remind myself, "I am your father" of that good, old friendly vibe. Oh, and hey, check out Lewis & Clark Trail too; it's a quaint jog spot which sees morning walkers who seem like ghosts gliding through early mists—as slow and heavy as my massages.

Peter C. Bixby, 75